The Poetry Corner

The Poet Shepherd.

By Charles Hamilton Musgrove

Down in the vale the lazy sheep Are roaming at their will, But I would be away to weep Upon the windy hill, For Summer's song is in my heart, Her kiss is on my brow, As here I kneel alone, apart, To consecrate our vow. Ah, doubly poor the gift shall be That links my soul with hers, For she has given her all to me While I can give but tears!